Briar's Cowboys (15 page)

Grasping her thighs, Ram rocked her further, testing the toy he’d placed on her. “I can’t wait to hear this when I’m fucking you,” he said. “Everyone will hear you shaking and getting off.”

In response, her muscles contracted, making the bell tinkle. She buried her face on her forearms, imaging what it would be like to wear this in public. Maybe she would one day…

Ram parted her labia once more with his thumbs and stole her thoughts. She moaned as he pushed into her swollen passage. His balls slapped the clip as he drove forward and she gasped at the electric sensation. Instinctively, she tried to squirm away. It was too much! She wouldn’t be able to take it!

His powerful grip held the top of her thighs beneath her undulating belly, keeping her in place as he pushed into her and hit the clamp repeatedly.

“No,” Briar cried, but everyone knew she didn’t mean it, and no one moved to stop what was going on. She didn’t fight as she canted her hips into him and wailed like a cat in heat. When Ram grunted and pulled free a fee moments later, she fell onto the blanket with a muted tinkle of the bell, her legs sprawled. Her panting echoed in her ears as she tried to regain herself, but the thudding of her heartbeat obscured her hearing and hampered her determination. She was on such a sexual high, she knew it would take a while to recover.

“Next,” she said weakly.

“I think maybe our bad girl needs a break,” Jax told the other men.

“No…” she protested. “Everyone. Give me everyone.”

Opening her eyes she looked up at Jax through the hair that had fallen in her face. Ram had moved to kneel in front of him and had opened Jax’s pants. While she watched, he licked his way up the shaft then sucked the tip between his lips. Jax’s lips dropped open slightly as he drew in shallow breaths. His hand rested on Ram’s head, guiding him to take more.

While Briar watched, her pussy clenched, wanting to join in and be part of that intimacy. Hawk distracted her. He turned her again and laid between her legs.

“Nice and slow,” he said, as he pushed into her throbbing pussy. Every part of her was so sensitized that she felt every ridge of his thick length. Each ropey vein tormented her walls, and she cried out, pressing her feet into the ground and pushing up to have all of him.

“Hard and fast,” she urged. “Please, that’s what I need. Please.”

His brows drew together as he struggled to control himself and was torn by her demand.

“Please,” she begged. “This one time.”

“Oh honey,” Hawk said, grinning. “You know it’s never just one time.”

“Give it to me.”

Going to his knees, he pulled her hips up to him and did as she asked. She lifted her head, moaning as his cock plunged deep. Looking down her body, she watched her undulating belly muscles and the slick column of his cock working in and out of her passage. The silver clamp on her clit caught the light with each movement, but the bell was apparently too damp to make much of a sound.

“Harder,” she begged. Each drive made her want more, and all she could think of was coming and relieving the clawing tension in her middle…exploding…losing it under one of these men again.

Soon she wanted to be on the pill so they could all fuck her without condoms and fill her with their cum. She wanted to feel them deep inside her and know they were unsheathed as they claimed that deep recess with their burning releases.

She screamed, twisting beneath Hawk as the thought triggered a response so dark her vision blurred from her reaction. Her cunt squeezed tight around Hawk and she felt him struggling to keep momentum as she quaked. His cry joined hers as his fingers clenched tighter on her thighs. She’d probably have bruises, but she didn’t care. Every mark achieved in sex was a badge of the torrid, overwhelming experience.

“Just Jax,” she murmured, rolling her head sideways after Hawk had left her. Ram might have taken care of him already, she decided, but saw rather than Ram was still licking his man as if he were as giant sucker. Ram grinned over at her then pulled a condom out of Jax’s pocket.

To her surprise, Jax sprawled beside her. Together with the other men, he lifted her so she straddled him then he scooted closer to the post connected to the rope.

“Ram,” he directed, and the other man untied her, but before she reached for Jax, Cannon pulled her arms behind her back and bound them at her ass.

“No touching,” Jax said. “Now, if you’re gonna be a cowgirl, you’ve gotta ride. You’re gonna ride my cock like your galloping across the fields on a big stallion.”

While he spoke, Ram helped her lift up. He moved Jax’s cock to her opening then she slowly slid down the shaft with a groan. Ram moved behind her and she felt his hands on her hips, steadying her but not helping. That was all her as she used the muscles in her thighs to propel her up and down the thick erection. She rocked and ground as he impaled her, loving that she was in charge of his pleasure. The position struck spots the others hadn’t, and she sank into the sensations as her limbs burned, readying for another strong release. Her muscles were reaching their limit, but she pushed forward, unwilling to let in any weakness. There was too much exquisite bliss to be had.

“Briar,” Jax said, breaking through her thoughts and the gauzy veil of hedonistic delight taking her to another plane.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“I love you.”

Ram’s chest pressed to her back. His lips brushed her ear. “And I love you.”

“Oh!” Her body shook as their words captured her and tumbled her closer to release. Her walls clamped on Jax, squeezing her as she rolled her hips. “Yes… I…”

Her eyes rolled back as she screamed to the rafters complete in these men. Her nerves seemed to pulse erratically as she fell to Jax’s chest. Ram slid down to lay beside them. She kissed the hollow of Jax’s neck then pressed a long hard kiss right above his heart.

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “I’ve never been so completely fucked without getting kissed or touched. The things you guys do!”

Jax kissed her, finally forgoing the abstention. “All night long, baby. We’re gonna fuck you all night long and until the light splits the sky in the morning.”

Briar smiled and closed her eyes. She’d never survive. “Take me.”

Carefully, she rolled off them and wedged herself between the men who owned her soul. Turning, she pressed her lips over Ram’s heart before she sagged between them. “In the morning, when I’m not utterly sexually befuddled, I’ll tell you I love you so you believe it’s not just the lust talking,” she murmured. “I’ll expect the proper response.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jax said then laughed when she opened one eye and glared at him.

* * * *

Devon arrived mid-morning, dressed in jeans and a windbreaker, his hair carefully gelled back in his usual style. Today, in bright sunlight rather than the dim lighting of the bar, he looked almost pretty, in a Calvin Klein model sort of way. Briar invited him into the living room.

“Coffee?” she asked, walking carefully. She was a tad sore from last night, but deliciously so. Triumph and smug satiation had filled her since she’d woken this morning. True to their word, the four cowboys had fucked her all night. No one had gotten a bit of sleep, and there’d been extra coffee this morning at breakfast.

She didn’t figure any of them really cared. All the men had sported silly grins as they’d kissed her goodbye before work. Ram and Jax had taken extra time alone with her in the foyer to re-express their love.

Devon nodded, accepting her offer of refreshment, and as Briar headed into the kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel there was something different about the man today. He seemed on edge, expectant. This land thing must be a big deal to him.

When she returned, Devon had removed his coat and stood at the windows. He stared outside as her cowboys prepared to feed the stock. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair, mussing the carefully controlled locks.

“Here we go,” Briar said, placing a tray with the two cups, cream and sugar on the coffee table. She chuckled. “There’s no need to be nervous. It’s just me.”

“Actually, there is,” Devon turned and Briar’s mouth dropped open. Dressed in a clingy T-shirt and with hair wild around the face rather than slicked back, Devon was clearly not what she’d been led to believe.

“I…do Brian and John know you’re a woman?” Briar asked, at a loss for other words, such as “why” and “oh my God, you’re a girl”. Stunned, she sank onto the couch. Devon moved to sit beside her.

“No,” her friend answered. “And I don’t want them to know. I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to conceal who I am. It’s hard, especially living in town. I’m hoping to find a place to build a house then raise and train a few horses.”

“That’s the land you want.”

Devon nodded. “No one will accidentally find me out here. I have money so I can pay you outright.”

Briar raised an eyebrow as her shock wore off. “Which begs the question…why are you hiding out in Daly if you’re affluent enough to have that sort of cash?”

“Long, convoluted story that starts with my father basically selling me to his client as part of a high-level business deal. I know,” she said at Brair’s wide eyes. “You’d think that sort of thing doesn’t happen, but at the right price, I guess it does. I should be flattered to know I’m worth ten million, right?”

“Uh, no.”

“White slavery, alive and well,” Devon muttered, dryly. “The guy didn’t even want me for himself. He made it clear he intended to pimp me out to the highest bidders for the debutante whore. That was his mistake—he was so full of himself and the power he thinks he has that he told me his plans before the exchange. Advised me to say goodbye to my old virginal life. I did. I ran.”

“Jesus, Dev,” Briar breathed. She shook her head. “You can come here. You don’t have to buy the parcel from me—”

“I want to,” the other woman argued. “I need a place to call mine and home again. I don’t really know how to handle it though. I’m sure they’re looking for my name to come up in legal documents somewhere.”

“The Daly court system is hardly high-tech,” Jax laughed from the doorway behind them. He leaned on the doorjamb, unashamedly listening to the conversation.

“Jax,” Briar admonished. She placed a hand on Devon’s thigh to reassure her. The woman looked ready to jump up and run. Briar didn’t blame her. She probably didn’t trust anyone after what her father had done.

Jax shrugged. “I, um, saw Devon get here and thought I’d come in to…” He waved a hand, shrugging again.

Briar narrowed her eyes at him. He hadn’t trusted her. “We’ll talk about that later. For now, come here. Dev needs our help.”

“Sounds like it. If it wouldn’t land me in jail, I’d hunt down those snakes.”

“Jax works for me—”

“He’s your man. I know,” Dev interrupted.

Briar nodded. “Yes, he is. He’s also a lawyer. At very least, he can help us wade through the paperwork for the sale without it getting filed online anywhere.”

“I don’t suppose you went to the police?” he asked.

Devon shook her head. “I was kinda a drama queen as a teenager. The police would have laughed at me and put it down to some stunt then called my father. Exactly what I didn’t want. I headed east throwing them off while I drained my accounts. Since they were only in my name, and my grandparents had opened them for me, my dad didn’t have access. They did that on purpose—all the money was on my mother’s side.”

“They couldn’t help you?”

Dev shook her head, her eyes growing sadder. “They died the year before the deal happened. My father never would have tried it if they were alive.” She sighed. “I’ve done some research on this. Until something happens, I’m kinda screwed.”

“Nothing’s going to happen here,” a new voice said. They looked up to see the other three cowboys had come inside. Cannon looked deadly serious, his jovial demeanor nowhere to be found. He crouched in front of Dev, taking her hand. “You’re going to move in here and we’ll keep you safe.”

Hawk joined him, looking equally sincere. Briar couldn’t be prouder of the two men.

As she watched the trio together, she knew her time with the four men had ended. Nothing might happen with Cannon, Hawk and Dev in the near future, but it was impossible to ignore the intent vibrating through the men. She honestly thought they might gun down anyone who imagined they’d touch Devon. It was an intensity she’d only ever seen from Ram and Jax as they looked at her.

And now, it would just be her, Jax and Ram. Getting up, she went to stand next to Ram. He slung his arm around her shoulders, and Jax moved next to her, putting his arm around her waist.

“You’re going to have a lot of legal stuff to do,” she told Jax quietly. “What with Robert strong-arming me and the deed for the parcel Devon’s getting… Looks like I’ll have to hire on Cannon and Hawk, ‘cause I’m beginning to doubt they’re heading back east any time soon.”

“They can finish up their degrees here,” Ram said. The three of them headed toward the kitchen to give Dev, Cannon and Hawk a little privacy. “And that reminds me… I need to tell you about my idea for the ranch.”

“Later,” Briar whispered as soon as they were alone. “Kiss me first then tell me why you’re all in the house in the middle of the day.”

“Another storm’s coming. Heard it on the radio.”

Briar glanced out the window at the lazy snowflakes starting to swirl past the window and wondered if she shouldn’t tell Dev to hightail it back to town. Frankly, she didn’t think the men out there would let her from their sight. Since Briar needed them on the ranch, she didn’t move.

“A storm? You don’t say? I’ll get coffee and you can tell me about your idea.”

“No,” Jax said. “Kisses first. Coffee and talking later.”

And as he lifted her to the edge of the table, she knew that’s how it would always be for the three of them. Kisses first; business and worries later.

Epilogue

Briar watched as the dust from the last guest’s vehicle faded. It was finally time to relax and enjoy her family with no distractions—save for the normal every day ranch activities. She could hardly believe two seasons had passed since the Last Chance Ranch Escapes had come to fruition. The first year they’d started midseason, since there’s been so much planning to do. But this year, they’d managed a full seven months from April to October.